Текст песни More - Marty Martian

Aye
Aye aye uh
Yuh
Mmhhmm
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Hey
Okay

Young dead nigga I'm fresh out the morgue
Hunting for money nigga need more
Play around with them racks running into stores
I'm high as the fuck flying over floors
Glock put his head high like a suicide door
Oh you toting sticks need to shoot it more
Big rip tips silence every cord

Lil bitch I'm swinging that glick stick like a sword
You talking that shit get sent to the lord
Killing every nigga when I get bored
Fucking on yo bitch till I get sore
Fucking on yo bitch kick her out the door
And I'm sending them hits if you want war
About to send me a blitz I'm on all 4's
Black glock 21 call it frank gore
About to dunk me a nigga off the backboard
Imma ball on a nigga show him how to score
Racks in going straight to Dior
Drip so hard make a bitch pass out on the floor
Hit that boy with the stick it'll blind side him Michael Oher
He can't be a crime fighter no more
I need a black Maybach with the blind sight on the doors
Shit sound like a tron bike when it roar
Rock out like a band with them sticks we gone do a tour
You ain't on shit need to prove more
Finessing to bitch bring her on tour
Imma keep stuffing my dick all in her core
Imma keep running up because I need more
Imma keep counting them bucks because I need more
Imma keep shooting that glick till I get bored
Balling and score no assist running up the score

Young dead nigga I'm fresh out the morgue
Hunting for money nigga need more
Play around with them racks running into stores
I'm high as the fuck flying over floors
Glock put his head high like a suicide door
Oh you toting sticks need to shoot it more
Big rip tips silence every cord